Chasing Tinkerbelle (BakuDeku)

34 - Accidents

Afraid that things had gone too far, Izuku walked into the kitchen in time to see Katsuki yank his cousins off the floor and in a move that had his brows shooting up in astonishment, twisted their arms behind their backs and used his hold on them to force them to walk.

"You'll regret this!" Tenya snapped to Katsuki as the man calmly escorted him and a pouting Mirio past him.

Katsuki paused briefly next to him so that he could lean down and plant a quick kiss on Izuku's stunned lips. "I'll be back in a minute."

"O-Okay," he mumbled, not exactly sure what the correct response was and after a slight pause, he shrugged it off, decided that he really didn't care as long as Katsuki got rid of his interrogators.

Izuku walked back into the kitchen in time to flip the pancakes and add a little more batter to the griddle.

While he waited for them to cook, he cleaned up the small mess the men had left behind, grabbed another clean plate, another bottle of maple syrup and more butter.

He'd just shut off the griddle and started removing the pancakes when two large arms wrapped around him and pulled him back against a rather large warm body.

"I'm sorry," Katsuki said, pressing a very distracting kiss against his shoulder.

"It's fine," he said, wondering if Katsuki had noticed the way that he couldn't stop trembling every time he touched him.

"They won't be bothering you again," Katsuki said, pressing another kiss against his neck.

Since Izuku had a feeling that Katsuki's cousins weren't done interrogating him, he didn't say anything.

"What are your plans for lunch?" Katsuki asked, pressing another kiss against his neck.

"I'll be spending this lovely Sunday afternoon boxing up whatever's left at the library," Izuku said, adding the last pancake to the stack and stepped out of Katsuki's arms, gesturing to the plate of pancakes.

"What about you?" Katsuki asked, frowning down at the plate stacked high with pancakes.

"Tea," he said, picking up his mug in answer.

"Have dinner with me tonight?" Katsuki asked, picking up the bottle of maple syrup.

"Can't," Izuku said, heading towards the doorway. "I'm meeting the guys at Torino's Tavern after work for a drink."

"The guys, huh?" Katsuki murmured thoughtfully, absently adding more butter to his pancakes.

"Mmhm, and if you behave, you can tag along," Izuku said, watching as the corner of Katsuki's lips kicked up into a pleased smile.

"I'm sure that I can manage."

"Pick me up at seven!" he threw over his shoulder as he left the room to get ready for a fun filled day of sifting through rotted boxes, dust and the moldy basement that he normally avoided at all costs.

Izuku wanted to try to salvage whatever he could before tomorrow, when the old library was demolished along with all its old treasures that had been long ago forgotten.

*****

"Where are you?"

"Umm, nowhere special," Izuku muttered, worrying his bottom lip as he watched the man lying on the gurney next to him vomit all over himself, again.

"Nurse!" the man's nervous wife yelled, making Izuku cringe, because he knew without a doubt that Shindo had also heard it.

There was a long-suffering sigh on the other end of the phone before Shindo said, "You're at the hospital, aren't you?"

"Maybe," he mumbled, looking down at his arm where a large ice pack sat, concealing the reason why Mr. Yamada had felt it was necessary to browbeat him into going to the hospital.

It wasn't a big deal, but the man had refused to listen.

Instead, he'd mumbled something about liability, lawsuits and unnecessary paperwork that would pull him away from his bridge game as he'd dragged Izuku to his car, shoved him inside and drove him to the hospital where he'd made sure the doctor knew the extent of Izuku's injuries before he'd wished him luck and ditched his ass to the tender mercies of the emergency room staff.

"Do you need a ride?" Shindo asked worriedly, but not sounding all that happy about it.

Not that he could blame him.

"No," he lied, hating the idea of putting any of his friends in the position of having to handle him when he had medicine in his system.

"Are you sure?" Shindo asked, sounding relieved that he wouldn't have to take care of him, but he knew that if he told him that he needed a ride, Shindo would be there in a heartbeat to look after him.

Shindo wouldn't be happy about it, but he would do it.

They have a love-hate relationship like that.

"Yeah, I'm-" he started to say, only to have his phone suddenly taken from him.

"He'll be fine," Katsuki answered for him, ending the call and tossing the phone on the bed next to him.

"What are you doing here?" Izuku asked, shifting self-consciously as he took in Katsuki's freshly combed hair, handsome face and the dark navy shirt that molded to his muscles and then glanced down at his own ripped, dust covered, coal stained shirt and pants and grubby arms and hands.

Yep, he definitely looked like trash compared to this handsome man.

"They told me what happened down at the library," Katsuki said, gingerly raising the ice pack off his arm so he could get a look at his injury.

"Why were you at the library?" he asked, deciding that it was for the best to pretend that his hair wasn't a tangled grubby mess more than it normally is.

Katsuki gently gripped his arm and turned it over. "I came to bring you juice and to see if you needed a hand," he murmured thoughtfully as he studied his wound.

"It's not broken," Izuku said, forcing a small smile as he picked up the ice pack and placed it back on his arm.

"No, it's not," Katsuki said, sighing heavily as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"I'll be fine," he assured him, wondering where the doctor was. "It's just a few nasty scrapes and a bruised bone."

Katsuki nodded, but said nothing.

"It's no big deal."

Silence.

"Mr. Yamada got nervous and made me come here. I just need to clean the scrapes and as long as I keep ice on my arm, I'll be fine," he promised Katsuki when the silence became awkward.

Rubbing his hands roughly down his face, Katsuki sighed, "It's going to be a long night."